City of Red | Part 1

Chapter One | To Be Made: Part 1

Cold Harbor City, 1965

Tommy Scaramucci tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of his car and checked the side mirror. "Where's he at? I swear to God, if Alfonso fucks this up, I'm gonna kill him."

"He won't." Pauly replied. "Relax, before you give yourself a heart attack or something." Pauly checked the side mirror from the passenger seat and mumbled, "where the fuck are you, Al?"

Tommy and Pauly were parked in an empty lot across the road from Luster Diamonds Emporium while they watched the armored truck prepare to leave and take their futures with them. Rain misted the air and a freeze was setting in. The roads would be icy tonight.

"I can't relax." Tommy said. "If we pull this off, we get that sponsor from Sammy Scarlatti and we get straightened out. But if Alfonso doesn't show up before that truck rolls out, we're screwed!"

"I hear you, Tommy boy! Just calm down! We got this."

"Then where the fuck is Alfonso?"

* * * *

Alfonso Machetti kissed Wanda up her spine and she let out a moan that made him smile.

"That's good baby boy. Mmmm. You find spots I never knew I had."

"I guess you've never been with a real man before." Alfonso's lips made their way across her shoulder blade and around the back of her neck to her ear.

Wanda giggled. "You're so bad. Is this what it's like to be with a real man? A made man?"

Alfonso grabbed her hips and flipped her over, falling smoothly into the gap between her legs, slamming himself inside her. Wanda's mouth fell open as she let out a moan and Alfonso grunted as he thrust his hips.

Alfonso wasn't a made-man, of course. It had been a lie he used hundreds of times to get the ladies where he wanted, but Wanda didn't need to know that.

Alfonso, Tommy, and Pauly were associates of the Scarlatti family and nothing more. The lowest rung on the ladder. While it was true they had made a respectable name for themselves, they still needed to prove their worth in the eyes of the boss, Vinnie Scarlatti.

That's where Sammy came in. When the Scarlatti family opened their books for the first time in fifteen years, Vinnie's eldest son, Sammy, was tasked with finding new blood. Trustworthy blood. Blood that would spill for the family without hesitation.

When Sammy found them, he immediately recognized the bond they shared, and realized the potential of incorporating that bond into the family.

Sammy had told them, "good things can happen if you pull this off, fellas. Great things. Future altering things. So don't fuck it up."

That was the last thing Sammy had said before sending them off on their final test, the very one Alfonso was about to fuck up.

"Turn around." Alfonso said, then he positioned himself behind her ass. He grabbed a handful of Wanda's curly red hair and used it for leverage as he laid into her. Then Wanda's husband kicked the bedroom door off its hinges.

The wild eyes husband growled, "what the fuck?"

Wanda glared at her husband through locks of sweat soaked curly hair and smiled.

"You little motherfucker!" Wanda's husband jumped over the top of his wife, grabbing Alfonso by the throat but he slipped out of his hand thanks to all the sweat he had worked up.

Experience in these situations had taught Alfonso one thing: have a clear exit strategy because you never know when the husband might come home.

He placed one foot on the chair of Wanda's vanity, simultaneously grabbing his clothes and shoes and leapt through the open window.